Jiggle The Handle

Gwar

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    Scroda:
    GWAR, I bring forth the portal potty
    Coming to feed on the shit from your bodies.
    Your turds have more power than mere human feces
    Let's use it's great power to recover the pieces
    The Toilet:
    Hey! Hey jackass! Yea You!
    You got to love me sooo good!
    Yea, yea you can depend on me
    Depending on,
    if my water's on...
    if my pipe's unglogged...
    Ahhhhh if you're water-logged...
    Baby, I am the hole
    I am your toilet bowl
    I'll suck your soul
    Just pay... just pay my shitty toll!
    ahhhh.
    Scroda:
    Coated in shit I give all you desire
    Mystical doorway swimming in mire
    We'll use the plunger if blockage won't budge
    It's a door through the plane of fudge
    Oderus:
    So many times I have found you,
    still I always piss on the ground
    Now that I can use you I'm gonna
    stop fucking around
    If you need shit, then I got shit
    On that you can depend
    I'll pump your stump, you fuckin' hump,
    my crappy, crap-caked friend
    All:
    The Portal Potty, a gift from the gods
    Let's pay it tribute and bury our wads
    Beefcake:
    I think we know what it's all about.
    Jiggle the handle and watch something jump out.
    Slymenstra:
    I am a woman and I have my needs.
    You can never really know just where
    or when I'll bleed
    You need my egg, I need your seed
    But pray at the altar, the toilet must feed!
    Toilet:
    Yea, I'll bring ya some suckers for a killing spree
    Just keep that fucking tampon away from me.
    Slymenstra:
    Take in this world, it's sooo beautiful...
    Filthy humans, you're all so full of it...
    That which you can't stand you can't understand
    Speak the mystic words and bring forth a turd
    you turn around into it and turn over to me.
    Oderus:
    Cross the river, leave the abyss
    Give the seat of the toilet a kiss
    Beefcake:
    Each Virgin sacrifice speaks these magic words.
    Well, Jiggle the handle, and call forth a turd.
    Toilet:
    Yea! Here it comes baby, I'm dropping my load
    I'm ain't just on it, I am the commode! Ahhh!
    Scroda:
    The power of the toilet must never be abused
    He must be plunged, he must be sponged,
    or carnage could ensue.
    If a dead sheep had clogged him, who knows what could arrive.
    Maybe it will bring the Master here, wouldn't that be asurprise!

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